posted on February 25, 2006 at 2:00 am

baby
once i lived in lemuria
oh such a long long time ago
the cool shade of the temples
lianabound columns of marble
the statues of ra zeus and baal
untranslatable
impossible to recommend
or deny
the lemurian priests
with their oiled beards and their
deadly wands
they have charged with restless
and angry elements
and elementals
they summon ra zeus
in their mountain top shrines
none may enter
under pain of death
you wont believe this
but i saw him in the thunderflash
i saw him rise out of that churning
african ocean
five hundred feet tall
he fell out of the sky
as well
light as air
inside your head and heart
knowing what you gonna think
knowing what you gonna feel
railing at the priests
WHY AM I HERE?
the priests do their things
to placate r z
terrible things
beautiful things
they pay their obeisances
in a sumerian language
but not as old as ours
we know so many things
riding the wind with yer soul
impossible restraint
diamond like will
the ability to understand
and the understanding
that comes with knowledge
so many different paths
so many different ways thissa
coulda gone
the gardens inside out houses
tropics lie hidden in haze
oh the lemurian women, my friends
their gracious ways
nights in the junglestrangled darkness
what we did to our enemies
when we captured em
sent their souls screaming silently
to the pit
our beautiful money
too pretty to even spend
and the monkeys
outside
waiting patiently
for it to all go wrong
for the magic to bite us on the ass
you see we’d perfected some bits
but in other ways
we were just barbarians
see ya round
sk

23 Responses to “gargoyles and winged monkeys”

  1. avatar
    mike a | 25 February 2006 at 3:03 am #

    Ah, Lemuria, I can picture it now…

    Thanks for the great blogs sk!!

  2. avatar
    Brad | 25 February 2006 at 3:22 am #

    Mu, a unified field.

    b

  3. avatar
    Bionaut | 25 February 2006 at 3:42 am #

    Sounds like a great movie script – The Seven Voyages of Kilbad. With some Ray Harryhausen effects on ra zeus fighting the kraken!

    I once knew a lemurian woman – pointy nose, bushy tail, messy eater, and oooh the smell…

  4. avatar
    captainmission | 25 February 2006 at 3:48 am #

    mmm, lemurian women, mmm
    have a beautiful day people

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 February 2006 at 3:50 am #

    Wow!
    Learn something every blog!
    I didn’t know that world existed, til I read about it.
    Suppose it doesn’t mater if it was true or not real my senses believed in what thay could feel.
    Thanks
    Dig

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 February 2006 at 1:05 pm #

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  7. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 25 February 2006 at 2:15 pm #

    So I downloaded that Nancy Sinatra song you played a bit on ur podcast..it’s awesome! I had ta google Phaedra, but learned a bit so’s its all good.

  8. avatar
    Daberhasher | 25 February 2006 at 3:16 pm #

    thanks Professor Confessor…
    tight shite…
    new realms 4D senses,
    clambering on my path…

    aloha from Mainea,
    ee

  9. avatar
    TINKU BHAT | 25 February 2006 at 4:18 pm #

    Krissythegroopie-I’m glad you mentioned googling some of this lovely Myth created my our painter of legends. I was about to google Lemuria!

    Baby, I referred to Lemuria in my thick Encylclopedia of Mythology, all the while recalling a sunlit village. It seems I saw it when I stood on the edge of the rich soil of the Ascores- staring due South beneath the watery grave. Alas, this can only be seen on the 29th of February, otherwise it lives higher than the Peranese mountains.

  10. avatar
    TINKU BHAT | 25 February 2006 at 4:27 pm #

    And then again, no….it was the edge of Hawaii that I saw the glimpse of the Isle of Mu. Its tropical mass submerged along with the islanders some fifty centuries back.

    Beautiful peom Steve, absolutely exotic.

  11. avatar
    verdelay | 25 February 2006 at 6:30 pm #

    Yes, now I remember you. The dusty morning marketplace, three days before the feast of Enkii, women and men as thick as flies all over the painted stalls. I saw you. You were clutching at your mother’s skirts like they were the sky. I reached down to you and proffered a fat little fig, but you drew back horrified at my disfigurement…like the child you were. I remember you now. How could I forget?

  12. avatar
    TINKU BHAT | 25 February 2006 at 8:05 pm #

    Verdelay, you must admit that your neon pink nail polish and mascara against your black and white basic attire was a little forward thinking for the time. Unless of course that’s not the disfigurement you speak of. I’ve always been a shy bashful girl…even now, I’m not one to sneak up on.

  13. avatar
    Malika | 25 February 2006 at 9:04 pm #

    Coincidence Steve Baybey !

    I just dream about being in Greece at the moment !
    Especially want to see & learn all about Mythology, life in Antiquity, etc…
    Thanks to… a Chivalric French Dude
    Who made me want to listen to
    A certain… Evanghelos Odyssey Papathanassiou !
    Yes Steve, U know him, I’m sure…
    Guess who ?

    Love, Respect & Fascination,

    Colour of Lorraine

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 February 2006 at 6:33 am #

    Dear nuncle (yes, i know you have too many daughters to cut the exact Lear figure, but your failing eyesight, inter alia, makes the comparison irresistible)

    I don’t know whether you read every comment, I don’t know where on earth (or in the aether) you’d find the time or inclination to do so, but i’m again compelled to re-open what i was sure was my closed commenting account in the hope that i can express some concerns.

    The whole vegan/crowley snafu put me right off the Comments gallery of illiterates and ingrates, and i dispute your assertion that you aint no sage (though it was nice to be addressed as ‘mate’, irrespective of its sardonic employ) – you’re my sage whether you like it or not (whether i like it or not), and if i wanna take your gilded utterances as wisdom then there’s not a fuckin thing you can do about it. you shouldn’t have written that transformative prose on the inner sleeve of my just-purchased copy of Remindlessness, with its ineluctable (sorry to use your Special Word, but i’m sure Keating never intended ‘recalcitrant’ to enter the collective consh either – keep saying ‘ineluctable’ at enough gigs and u never know…) pull so all-consuming that i missed my station. i think that’s when you really got me.

    anyway, mustn’t bang on. those concerns:

    are you not worried that there are plagiarists in our midst?

    if The Cinch are playing in melbourne soon would your people please choose a venue that will attract the right kind of audience member? Yes, there is definitely the wrong kind – for starters try the neo-fascist at the corner last year, that product of a broken home whose open-mouth breathing was annoying enough, not to mention his talking and heckling. you know what kind of place you should book (and no, not that damn tent either, but more at that end of the spectrum) and anything else willl just make you cranky. and i swear, if i have to watch you get persnickety again (even tho you were hilarious at points) i’m gonna cease to attend. it’s not a cheap venture for a family man you know.

    on friday night i left the house for a drink (my girls are interstate) and i couldn’t bear to turn off Isidore, pumping as it was into the “warm fragrant dark”. I could still hear Saltwater three houses away but then, nothing. so if there was no one to hear the balance of the album, cept for some annoyed neighbours, did it actually play out?

    bohemian in a public servant’s clothing

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 February 2006 at 6:50 am #

    sorry, but when i said my copy of Remindlessness was just-purchased, i’m talking about 15 years ago or so….

  16. avatar
    bdc | 26 February 2006 at 9:12 am #

    I think the Conch at the Spiegeltent would be bloody brilliant! Would have been perfecter still after Gold Afternoon Fix, but even now — I’d line up.

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 February 2006 at 11:53 am #

    I’d write something, but I don’t know how to respond to a poem/prose like that, other than to say where did that come from!
    Incredible!
    Thank you
    SK

    (Just writing out loud)
    The Corner is great for electric, not sure about quiet acoustic on a very hot, beer drinking night. Betcha it would have been different in the winter.
    I loved those acoustic shows at the Continental in Greville Street circa 94-96, to small for the The Church, but was great w/you and Marty & two 12 strings, you sole and also Jack Frost I converted a few to my church as well.Shame they closed that place down. I also remember some guy called Sam(?) read this really cool story about a womens shoe or something(?). A girl I knew at the time told me the M Hutchence’s character in Dog’s in Space was based on Sam, wonder if that was true?
    Wow, that was a flash back and here I am at 33 in 2006, some things change, but my heart knows where home is. Hadn’t thought about that in while, how I dearly loved that period, kinda feel a sad lump in my throat now.
    Heres to the future!
    Rock ‘n’ Roll

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 February 2006 at 12:33 pm #

    Yeah, Hutchence’s character was based on Sam Sejavka. Used to be in a band called the ears. A lovely writer, a truly charming chap, and playright now I believe.

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 February 2006 at 2:10 pm #

    Wow!
    Howzthat (Shirbert, where would music be today w/out those guys, would P=A have been made, I don’t think so) didn’t expect a response to that question about Sam Sejavka thanks anon,thats amazing! Now if you could only you could tell me what happened to that girl I knew, you know the one with the brown hair or was it blonde?
    Anyway I wanted to say The Church rocked at the Corner especailly that massive finish that had Lou Reed etc (I was in a kind of dizzy awe) thrown in, fucking brilliant.Shame about a few dickheads in the crowd that were cruel and loud.

    (writing drible out loud again)
    Funny looking back to that time I would have been only 24 (94-96), I felt so tired and old back then, compared to now ten years on(no thanks to a massive codeine/various habit, although I do miss the hard parties and ciggs a bit) Like anyone cares!
    Anyway thanks again anon, I totally agree, Sam sure could write.

  20. avatar
    ET | 26 February 2006 at 10:49 pm #

    SK,

    Listened to KH Podcast for the first time today. Thanks for turning me on to some new tunes. Nice range of interest between the three brothers-k.

    You’ve become quite the net-proficient media geek with your ‘blog’ and ‘podcasts’ and whatnot. Next you’ll be penning a sci-fi novel alla Neil Stephenson.

    ET

  21. avatar
    MEM | 27 February 2006 at 7:13 am #

    was that today? or yesterday? or tomorrow? i so forget. i wrote a poem today, all day. it’s not often i become so possesed and obssessed with just one poem. a page of words, but i was. it’s odd what can set you off in a day… what keeps you motivated, innovative, inspired, depressed, alive. injected with a 2sec. phrase on the BBC, and like your cover ov cortez, just sat deep in me… and then i got home and michael had the tv on and it was the fucking olympics and i had to run w/ whole other perspectives and 4 other hours of re-thinking my thinking imagery. posted on M.E.M.

    lvmem

  22. avatar
    captainmission | 27 February 2006 at 7:31 am #

    It’s interesting the ebb and flow of civilizations, the rise and fall of cultures, all follow the same patterns. Here we are in the decline of ours, at an age where a man can buy all the spiritual wisdom they want down the local bookshop but still know nuffin, where we can send a man to the moon but can’t send food to the starving, where we can produce art that can reduce men to tears, but can’t stop killing the most beautiful creatures.
    It’s the human condition they say, there’s no escape, in space, in time, it’s in the genes.
    i don’t know who they is anyways, i never listen to them, the barbarian, the monkey, the academic junky, the candlestick maker and the bread baker, they all say the same things, just different packagings, I just like my waves and my church,, but everything’s connected, me, you, the walrus and egg people and the freaking Kaiser Cheifs.

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